Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 29 A week later The first night after giving Noleen the phone number, I stayed awake all night, under the false hope that myfather would be kicking down the door any moment to come to our rescue.

The second day I spent all day by the windows, waiting, watching only for the night to come, andthat hope dissolved.

By day three, Noleen came into the shop and told me she had delivered the message,and I knew he wasn't coming for me.

I knew that any hope that my father would come to save us was gone.

He didn’t care; I was no longer his daughter.

It also meant the only chance of escape was for us to find a way on our own, which was unlikely.

Or so I thought until Jake told me he had to go to the rogue settlement.

"This is our chance, we have to do it now," Lexa urged.

Noleen had come in and said they couldn't fix the pipes, and Jake was going out to attempt to fix themfor them and no doubt feed on them.

I stand by the window, the chain heavy on my ankle that is attached to the end of the bed.

As his car disappears around the corner, I race toward the bed and dig my hand under the dresser to retrieve the butter knife I stole from down inthe kitchen before prying up the floorboard.

The last couple of times I had gone to work downstairs in the cafe, I had managedto smuggle a butter knife and a broken meat tenderizer.

I pry the floor board up, grabbing the chunky piece of metal.

Although the handle was snapped off, it was the only thing I had in the way of a hammer.

I begin smacking the lock on the chain, repeatedly hitting it and trying to break it.

The metal dents from the repeated blow, and I smashed my fingers a couple of times when suddenly the padlock clicked and popped, the lock opening.

blink down at it, shocked

times I had tried to break that lock and it

on one of Jake’s shirts before racing to the door

the wood on the door scratched and chunks missing from hitting the brackets before we

stare

washes over me at the thought of being caught, some part of me warning

“El, El.

pressing beneath my

step out listening for movement

of our plans? So many thoughts ran rampant in

Lexa's encouragement, I started running down the steps and through

for the basement, reaching

was hiding behind

heard him curse

of my eye as heglanced

my feet making the woodenstairs creak, before the coldness of the concrete floor seeped in through the

dark down here, cold from the draft My eyes scan the shelves for anything to break the lock on the

move

crawling forward in

her before lifting the piece of bar,

the lock when the metal bends,

chokes on her sob, shoving it

her feet, and I clutch her as I take

was weak on

sobs, as we make our way to the stairs, she grips the railing

way up the stairs, every step

we climbed the stairs, fear slivering up my spine and making the dread in my stomach